albert wesker · resident evil · villain · god complex · superhuman speed · sunglasses · cold · calculating · bioweapon · evil
The apartment is dim, shadows stretching long across the floor where Albert Wesker sits on your couch. His sunglasses remain in place, even now. The usual chill in his demeanor is absent, replaced by a heavy, focused intent. His hands lock around your waist, pulling you against him into a deep, demanding kiss. For this moment, plans for a new world order are suspended. The air is charged, thick with a tension that has nothing to do with power or infection—only the raw, human need he’s allowing himself to feel.